Empty Mind

Photo by Linaelys Cabrera By Lianelys Cabrera We can almost see the light at the end,But is this really the end?Sorrow comesTo remind us who we left behind.Good days all around,But where is my mind?Overwhelming thoughts and feelingsAll starts to accumulate.I then ask,Why this body, why this brain?But I close my eyes and seeThe world…… Continue reading Empty Mind

White Rabbit

Photo by Ash Fuentes By Ash Fuentes Maybe my whole life runs on “Filipino Time” because I am quite late to everything. In ways that are literal and metaphorical, I am always late. Sometimes I’ll be the first to arrive at a place, other times I won’t get into the shower until thirty minutes before…… Continue reading White Rabbit

Longing to Find His 505

Photo by Abbey Steinman By Abbey Steinman But I crumble completely when you cry… “505,” the last track of Arctic Monkeys 2007 album, Favorite Worst Nightmare, is the song I wish I could listen to for the first time again. It’s captivating, heart-wrenching, and ear-pleasing. The song is known as the band’s first proper love…… Continue reading Longing to Find His 505

Good Day Defined

Photo by Tracy Fuentes & Kleigh Balugo By Tracy Fuentes High school me believed that in order for a day to be categorized as good, something really great had to happen: my crush talking to me, an A on a math test, winning a debate round. By this definition, a good day was rare, and…… Continue reading Good Day Defined

Girls Like Me: Finding a Cure for Yellow Fever

Photo by Kleigh Balugo By Kleigh Balugo I walk through H-Mart scavenging the shelves for snacks that remind me of home and my childhood. Trader Joe’s mochi ice cream just doesn’t cut it anymore. Across from me I see a group of white teenage girls in head to toe Brandy Melville, laughing and stuffing their…… Continue reading Girls Like Me: Finding a Cure for Yellow Fever

Letters To Our Future Selves

By Alex Zavala, Ash Fuentes, Natalia Lee, Kleigh Balugo To close out issue 5 and our internal coming of age movies, Kindergarten contributors wrote letters to our future selves. No matter where we are or what we’re doing, we’ll always have these letters to read back. Plus, no one is more fun to talk to…… Continue reading Letters To Our Future Selves

Time/death

Photo by Athena Rajnai By Athena Rajnai back then you grabbed Father time by his collar  and kept begging for more  like the coy, soft fawn  our eyes glistened prismatic hues when summer came  and in the winter  were drenched in fear its skin was warm and undisturbed for but a moment  and its rib…… Continue reading Time/death